A nice little family vacation over to the Olympic peninsula yielded a lot of foraging potential!
But the nice highlight of the trip was a stop by a small park on the way home up the Hood Canal. Oyster shells covered the beach, individual shells and large clumps where multiple oysters had spurred off of previous shells. It was a moderately low tide, but you could see out in the water a couple feet lower large piles of oysters ready for harvest! At the elevation we were at, there were still quite a few good ones on the beach.
This was definitely an example of bad preparation. I had lost my knife early in the trip, and did not have any type of container to carry oysters home. Luckily, Carter found me a sharp rock, which I used to pry open a couple of shells and slurp down right there on the shore. Perfect!
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